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Monday, January 30, 2006
My Walter Jones jersey is awesome. I wore it constantly over the weekend, and feel a little strange not wearing it to work today. I could get away with it, I mean, cripes, there isn't exactly a dress code here... I think I'll wear it on Friday for sure. I created a new World of Warcraft character to buy herbs cheap and reprice them. His name is obviously Herbitrage. I had a fun weekend. Saturday we were going to go with the kids to the winter farmer's market to get some cheese curds, but we got there half an hour before they opened. I drove over to Top Pot donuts since B had never been and the kids ask me every week if we can bring her there sometime. (It's on the same block as the library so they see it every week.) We each had a donut and the kids had hot chocolate. Afterwards we did some shopping at Costco and looked into getting new tires, they recommended showing up at opening time otherwise it's a several hour wait. It was raining pretty hard when we got back so we never did go to the farmer's market, going home, feeding the kids lunch, and B and Isabel went to her dance class. It was parent watching day, but Isabel didn't care if I was there, Harry didn't want to go, and we didn't have babysitting. Afterwards the weather cleared up to be beautiful, so we went to REI to take a look at the new bike I get to buy for my christmas present from Santa. They didn't have the one I want in my size, but took my name and number and said they'd call me this week when they'd assembled one. Yesterday I showed up at Costco 15 minutes before they opened so I could be one of the first in the tire center to get some decent tires put on the K-K-K-Kia, but there were already 8 guys ahead of me. Turns out it didn't matter, my minivan needs "performance" tires that had to be special ordered. While I was there B called and said to stop by Home Desperate to get some latex gloves because we were out. Those losers were completely disorganized, the lady in the paint dept didn't know where they were nor did she attempt to find them herself, saying "they move things around all the time, sorry". What a worthless store, I hate them. If I wasn't such a slut for low prices.... Grrrrr. When I got home we got a call from my friend NotMe. He and his fiancee were going to a food tasting at the place they're getting married and could bring two guests. We didn't have babysitting since mom-in-law went to Olympia for the weekend, but I convinced B that we could drop the kids off with any of a number of her mom friends for an hour. I was right, the first mom she called said that'd be fine. I mean, the kids just run downstairs and play nicely together anyway. The food tasting was fun. They had a huge buffet of all the items offered, so that brides could choose exactly which ones they were going to have. I love being catty, it's almost as fun to be catty about catered food as it is about people. Of course, I got stuffed there, then two hours later we went to a friend's house for a dinner party. Ugga. Too much rich food. I woke up at 5am with cramping and grumbling in my gut, and spent the next two hours in the bathroom on the throne. The dessert last night was red velvet cake, which had 2oz of red food coloring in it to turn the chocolate cake red, so at 5am it was a little disconcerting to see my diarhea being blood red before I figured out I wasn't bleeding out. Friday, January 27, 2006
Nothing much happening. I'm still a little bit sick, tiny bit of throat soreness that hasn't gone away. No rashes or fevers. My Walter Jones replica jersey arrived today. I'm glad I ordered first thing Monday morning, currently you can't get any Seahawk jersey in any size until after the Superbowl. Sunday, January 22, 2006
Holy freakin' crap! The Seahawks are going to the Superbowl! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I love how we totally OWNED the Panthers, and the media just talked about how beat up the Panthers were, and tired for being on the road. Before the game they could only talk about how unbeatable Steve Smith was, and how they never lose road games. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I hope there's some rioting downtown, I'll be a little disappointed if no cars are flipped and burned.
First off, GO SEAHAWKS!! Woooooooooo! Yesterday on the way home from taking Isabel to her dance class, I was singing opera-style, "Is a ma bel.... Is a ma bel... IS A MA BELL" etc etc. From the back of the van, she sings out "Baaa naaa naaaa!" I was dying laughing. Saturday, January 21, 2006
Man I am getting excited about the Seahawk's game tomorrow. It's easily the biggest football game to be held in this state's history. I love to tickle my kids. I do it to them all the time, and they love it too. Sometimes they're laughing too hard to say "stop" clearly. Finally it was decided that they needed a safe word, and we choose "banana". This morning I was tickling Harry and Isabel in a dogpile on the couch, and Isabel sings out "Ba Na Naaaaaa!". I stopped, and almost died laughing. Harry is getting to be a demon with the scissors. He can reduce a piece of 8.5x11 construction paper to confetti in minutes. Ugh. Yesterday the kids got donuts, a rare treat. Harry figured out that they didn't get one for Daddy, so he decided to share his with me. Mind you, most of the outside had been eaten, it looked rat-chewed. He then put it on a wet wipe which made the bottom soggy, and "saved" it for me. Very sweet, but gross. He was a little sad that I "saved it for later", but was very excited this morning to find that it was gone, so Daddy must have eaten it. Sigh. Harry, if you're reading this when you are older, I apologize for throwing it away, but it was nasty. Ooo! My main World of Warcraft character Nurg is now level 47. His pet was a Needles Cougar, with a 1.2 attack speed. All pets of the same class and level do the same damage per second, but faster attack speeds (1.2 seconds per attack) mean more attacks doing less damage. This is useful since every time a spell caster takes damage it sets back their spell casting time. Lots of fast attacks means they don't get their spells off. Anyway, there is one pet in the game with a faster attack speed, the 1.0 attack speed cat Broken Tooth. He's a rare named monster in the Badlands, who has 3 different spawn spots. I went to the Badlands to go tame him, and when I got there I announced on the chat line that I was hunting him. No response. If someone had said they were already looking, I'd have done it another time. I go to a spire in between the three spawn spots, and start using my distance-vision talent to look for his appearance. I've heard that he only spawns once every 4-6 hours. After 5 minutes, I announce a 2 gold reward if anyone spots him for me and I successfully tame him. Some other guy comes on the chat and says he'll give 5 gold, and 1g more than any offer I make, saying he's been stalking Broken Tooth for 4 hours. I'd spotted the guy from my vantage point, he was watching only one of the three spawn spots. I offered 50g, and one of his buddies offers 200g for their side. Crickey, for 200g I'd be happy to give him up, but they back off that offer, saying my 50g offer was BS as well. Um, no, I'm not 14, I don't make offers I won't back up. They were also saying that his attack speed had been reduced to 1.3 at the last patch, trying to trick me into giving up. Finally, after 20 minutes, I spot Broken Tooth at one of the other spawn spots, run over, tame him, and laugh my ass off. They didn't believe me that I'd tamed him. I showed them the spire to watch the three spots from, then took off to level my pet up. Wooo! He's going to shred mages. I also went through the instance (what Blizzard calls dungeons) where I got the reward "carrot on a stick". It makes your mount go 3% faster. That plus my mithril spurs are the only two items that boost mount speed, so now I'm as fast as anyone in the game except those level 60 guys with epic mounts. I can't be outrun by people my level, and should be able to run down most people my level. Sweeeet. For The Horde!!! Thursday, January 19, 2006
So anyone who knows me or has been reading this for more than a week knows that I can be a jerk. About six months ago, I was at a stoplight and was fiddling with the power seat adjustment on the truck. For the hell of it, I dropped the seat down to the lowest possible setting, it's normally at the highest. It was kinda funny, sorta a lowrider effect. Anyway, for the past six months, every time I was in either vehicle, I lowed the driver seat all the way down, just to see how long it would be before B said something about it. I knew she noticed, since she raised them back up every time, but she never even commented on it. Finally we were in a conversation with some friends about fitting in cars, and she mentioned that I lower the seat all the way down. I busted up laughing. Now that she knows, that gig is up. Day 10 of this stupid cold. It's oh so slowly getting better. Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Ok, so tonight we were at Safeway. B asked me to remember to get some cooking spray, and while she was getting some mylanta I looked over and saw the vast selection of lubes, so in the vein of cooking spray, I say, "Well, here's the sexing lubes". Harry immediately says "Sexing lube". D'oh! I swear I will never learn to watch my mouth. I spent time on Sunday and Monday helping my friend do a wiring project. Their house was built in 1960, and there is a single 20amp circuit providing power to all three main floor bedrooms plus all the main floor lights, and neither main floor bathroom has any outlets. Every time his wife uses her hair dryer it trips the circuit breaker. The first step was to look in the garage. The breaker panel had an empty slot, so that was good. Then I figured we'd drill down from an inside corner of the master closet down into the garage, and up into the attic. We ran some 1/2" flex conduit through those holes. Next we pulled two pieces of 12-2 romex through the conduit. Two pieces since I figure if we're going to pull a new circuit up into the attic, we may as well pull two circuits, one for now and one for future use, say if they remodel their kitchen or whatever. Only a tiny bit more effort will save a ton of work down the road. Next I installed a new double-pull 20 amp circuit breaker, wired the neutral and grounds to the common ground bar, and installed some flex conduit to run from the breaker box up to the garage roof. That's all we accomplished since his 1 yr old had to go down for a nap and they're one of those families who do not taunt happy fun cranky baby. Next we need to pull wire into the bathrooms, tie it together in the attic, and it's done. Saturday, January 14, 2006
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Well, one advantage of being sick is I was able to read that entire new novel "The Hostage" yesterday. Ugh. I'm feeling better than I was on Tuesday, only like medium crap instead of mega crap, so I figured I may as well be miserable at work. Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Ugh, I hate being sick. Monday I felt fine until around dinner time, I had that feeling that I was coming down with a nasty cold. Tuesday I woke up feeling like crap, stuffy head, runny nose, achey joints. Sucks ass. I've been lying in bed for two days now, occasionally playing WoW on the laptop, reading WEB Griffin books (since I started this kick I've read the first six of his cop books, the first five of The Corps series, and got his latest, "The Hostage", part of his Presidential Investigator series), and sleeping. I should go read on my new fancy loveseat. Monday, January 09, 2006
OooooooO! Aaaaaaaaahhhh! So on saturday morning we took yet another trip to Costco. Bought a couple hundred bucks worth of staples like normal (our stapler was low) but B looked at the furniture they had. They had a nice leather three-piece sofa/loveseat/recliner set for two grand. Our living room was getting by with a beat-up old flip-n-fuck (which Bridget insists upon calling a futon, I think flip-n-fuck is catchier and more accurate), but I thought we were going to get a rocker/recliner love seat for the family room and get nice furniture for the living room in a few years. However, this was a great price on some super nice comfy furniture, so I told B that I wouldn't veto her if she decided she had to have it. We had the money in savings so it's not like we'd be making payments or anything. Well, she decided Sunday morning that we had to have it, so I recruited Thom and my brother Dan to help me get them and load 'em into the living room. Boy howdy they sure are pretty, and our living room has plenty of space for them. It's sorta weird, I mean I have this friggin' house that cost two thirds of a million dollars, but that doesn't seem real. Having nice furniture for the first time in my life really gives a strange feeling of being "adult". Friday, January 06, 2006
Heh. Ooops. On my bike ride into work, the Burke-Gilman trail crosses 25th Ave NE at NE Blakeley Street. There is a light there, but often in the morning there will be a large gap in the traffic, so there isn't a car to be seen heading north, and the closest one heading south is several blocks away. Anyway, maybe once every two weeks or so, I run that red light. I always make sure there aren't any cop cars right there waiting, but if there aren't any cars to hit me I don't worry about it much. On Weds when I did this, right afterwards when the trail curves a bicycle cop appears going the other way. D'oh! Fortunately I didn't get pulled over and ticketed. In World of Warcraft, my main character is now lvl 41 and has a mount. As an Orc his mount is a wolf. LOVE LOVE LOVE having a mount, it is so nice to be able to haul ass. He also dumped about 30g at the auction house to upgrade his armor from leather to mail (at lvl 40 hunters can wear mail), which beefed up his armor significantly. He's finally killed enough Alliance to be ranked, lvl 1 which is Scout when you are Horde. Man oh man do I hate the Alliance. I just want to gank them 24/7. I mean, I hate them with a white-hot passion that is totally ludicrous. I hate playing my Alliance alt "Humbaba", a human male warrior. I mean, when I play an alliance character I'm constantly wanting to gank everyone I see. I love how Horde characters start out by killing boars and scorpions. Alliance characters start out killing kobolds who are begging for mercy. Lovely. Why exactly are *we* considered evil? Sheesh. We need a better PR person. Oh, and maybe it looks bad that we hang around with Undead zombies. I prefer to call them "skin-integrity challenged". Thursday, January 05, 2006
What a fun national championship football game. I was in a no-lose situation, either the Pac-10 would win, or USC would lose. I'll never quite forgive Texas for beating my Huskies in a wild Holiday bowl in 2001. Still, it was a great football game, exciting the whole. time. What the HELL was Bush thinking trying to lateral after that amazing run? Crickey. And all those attempts to go for it that failed on 4th downs. Crickey. We had a bunch of friends over to watch it, and B made chicken and shrimp ettoufee, rice, salad, and blueberry muffins. After the game the poker gang stayed and we played for an hour, I broke even to start the year. Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Happy New Year everybody! Last night we had a tasty prime rib dinner with some friends, some of whom were spending the night with us so they could put their kids to bed here and not have to mess with babysitting or driving. This morning for breakfast B made cinnamon rolls, and we had bacon and sausage. Since I am always quoting the Simpsons, I decided it was finally time to "bacon my sausage", so I wrapped a piece of bacon around a sausage and fried that, then I buttered the mess when it was done. As much of a one-piece heart attack as that was, it was pretty good. Just a faint taste of butter in the background with the sausage grease being the dominant foreground flavor. |
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